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A post about the show 13 reasons why and why I don’t like Hannah Baker.

By the end of the first episode I really didn’t like Hannah. This didn’t change, not even when I felt emphaty. I’m really sorry if I’m one of the bad guys, I’m really sorry if I end up offending someone. But, remember, I’m a flawed person too. A person who needs to write her thoughts now.

The tapes: for me, revenge. As I see it, the tapes were Hannah’s way to get revenge on everyone who hurt her. They were not about explaining, making people understand, showing how people change. No, they were about payback and haunting. And if you want to tell me otherwise, I’m all ears. People told me she wanted to leave an explanation. She didn’t. Because the ones who deserved the explanation more than anyone were her parents, yes, the ones who were broken in a million pieces after her death. In fact, I cannot forgive Hannah Baker for killing part of her parents when she died in that bathtub.

Justin: we learn how Justin started everything, everything that lead her to her death. Yeah. But we also see how messed up his life was. The reason for him to act like an idiot. I grew fond of Justin. I understood him in some ways. I cannot defend him, I cannot say it was OK, none of it was. He did terrible things but in the end… He was so troubled I don’t think he could distinguish between right and wrong at any point. I feel weird cause, after all he did to Hannah and Jess, I have the strange emphaty towards him. Maybe I’m like him in some way, maybe I’m the kind who allows things to happen.

Jess: Jess was wrecked by the tapes. She went through hell. And maybe she wasn’t a good friend. But neither was Hannah. Telling everyone how Jess got raped and couldn’t even remember it was not fair at all. Saying Jess destroyed the friendship by herself was low. And I’ll defend Jess, yeah, cause no one did, cause Hannah pointed her finger but, apparently, she didn’t fight too hard to keep the friendship. Also, friends come and go, I’m sorry to say. And you cannot, ever, blame someone for your suicide because this person grew apart and couldn’t be a real friend to you for too long.

Zach: shit with Zach was weird, I’m gonna defend him too. He had things of his own, and he really liked her, apparently, she didn’t give him a chance. And he wasn’t mean to her cause he “didn’t get what he wanted”, he was mean in response to her being an asshole, too. So, Hannah can be hurt and be an idiot, but if the others do the same, they are monsters?

Marcus: total asshole. Tipical teenager. He didn’t care much. But he didn’t deserve to be tormented either.

Sheri: wtf? She did one thing wrong and this is proof the world is fucked up and a reason to kill yourself? The girl was nothing but kind and was ate by guilt before and after the tapes, did she deserve to be haunted like this? I don’t think so.

Courtney: one more that was judged because she wasn’t a real friend and didn’t want to be so, either. Can you blame her? No. She wasn’t true to herself? Maybe. Who am I to judge? Who was Hannah? Courtney was an idiot but she didn’t deserve to be exposed.

Ryan: another idiot, yes. Bad behaviour, selfish and all. Does he deserve to live his life thinking he was a reason for someone to commit suicide? I don’t think so. He deserved to pay for his actions, he deserved to know he acted wrong. But in the end he was just an idiot who didn’t try to destroy her in any way.

Tyler: the one who really needed some therapy. He was always bullyed and laughed at, even by Hannah. He had some real problems and carrying responsibility for her suicide would lead to some things that are much bigger than what was already shown. So, this is just an example of the consequences of the tapes.

Bryce: didn’t get to listen to the tapes. We never learn why Bryce was like he was. We never see him being punished and Hannah punishes everyone but him. So Clay has to do it for her. She wanted someone to fight for her and that I understand, mainly because I cannot imagine how she felt. Do I blame Bryce? For many things, yes. For her suicide? No. Because she doesn’t put all the blame in him. He’s not the last drop so at some point she thought she could handle things in a different way, she didn’t.

Mr Porter: he was not more than a counselor, and he cannot carry responsibility for her suicide. Was he good as a counselor? Probably not. Was he useful? Not at all. Everyone is fighting their own battles day after day, he was too, and that’s why he wasn’t there for her. How could he know? Can he be guilty because he gave a crappy advice and didn’t go after her like she wanted? I don’t think so. She left. That’s on her.


Clay: she put Clay through hell, for what? FOR WHAT? he felt like crap, he felt guilty, he faced some shit he clearly didn’t deserve to. So, why? Listening to the tapes was pure torture to Clay. She affected him for good and that doesn’t seem fair at all. She put him in danger, a danger he didn’t deserve. Torturing Clay was low, and I cannot accept it, I cannot like Hannah Baker when I know she was totally aware of how bad the tapes would hit Clay.

Alex: the ultimate consequence… The list was a childish stupid shit to do, yes. Going to the boy’s locker room was too. Why did she do that? She wasn’t allowed there and it was obvious they would talk even more after that. Blaming him for destroying Hannah and Jesse’s friendship? Unfair and stupid. Alex was a thunderstorm, he had so much going on inside his head, he couldn’t even handle Hannah’s thunder, or anything else, to be honest. I would have liked to learn more about him… After all, Hannah’s suicide lead to his. So, are we to blame Hannah the way she blamed him? Alex couldn’t handle the pressure, the guilt and he gives all the signs, he silently walks to his death and noone sees it, no one cares. So what good did the tapes do? They didn’t prevent anything, on the contrary, they lead to destruction and more and more pain. Hannah wanted to be a ghost seeking revenge and she got it.

The parents: the ones who are fucked up without doing anything, without stupid tapes to explain shit. The main reason why I can’t stand Hannah is the fact that, when she killed herself, she was gone, the pain was gone, and exactly at this moment her parent’s worst nightmare began. She didn’t think of them. She didn’t leave a note for them. She dedicated her last week to torment all the kids at school but not a word for her parents. Her mother’s desperation crushed me. She killed herself but she broke them, in a million pieces, never to be put together again. Can you tell me that’s not selfish? Not even a little? I just cannot forgive something like that, because finding your kid dead in the tub is pretty much the worst thing a parent can face.

Edit: if you don’t agree and GET MAD at me, please don’t reply. If you agree or don’t and want to reply with your own non-aggressive opinion, please reply. Edit 2: in case you didn’t understand, I don’t judge the reasons for which she killed herself, I don’t dislike her because of that. I just don’t like the tapes themselves and the apparent reasons for which she left them.

New Girl is most likely to be renewed (I can feel it in my bones), but just in case, the New Girl community on Tumblr has come up with a way to bring it to FOX’s attention how much we want aka need another season. It’ll take less than a minute of your life.

Here’s what you gotta do, rooomfriends- if you’d like a S7, starting tomorrow Tuesday until this Thursday, tweet per day using #reNewGirl and #NewGirl.

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Teen Romance Flick 101

Word Count: 14K+
Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader
Summary: After failing your Algebra test you have to ask Peter Parker– one of the best students– to be your tutor. As you get to know each other better, feelings begin to develop between the two of you.
Warnings: None.
A/N: This is one of the most common tropes and let me tell ya: I haven’t got one single regret. I kept characters nameless and generic because I don’t want to mess up the characterization of the Homecoming characters– but I’ll probably update this fic when it comes out to make it fit better in that universe. [F/N] stands for Full Name in case you don’t realize it. 


You stare at the giant red F on your test and you feel your stomach clenching, because you studied so much for this test and it still wasn’t enough. The bell rings and your classmates stand up, rushing out of the room to get out as soon as possible– but you stay behind, putting everything on your backpack slower than usual. Once everyone is out you walk to your teacher and take a deep breath before coughing to get her attention.

“Ah, [Y/N]. I was thinking you were going to talk to me after class.” She says with a warm smile and that makes you feel worse– because she’s an incredible teacher and person and she tried so hard with you, but no matter how much effort comes from both of you the fact that you are a big class with many students is a guarantee that she just won’t be able to give you all the attention you need to fully understand what you have to do.

You smile back but it’s only half-hearted– and she sighs and joins her hands on top of her desk.

“You can take a make-up test in two weeks– and that’s the best I can do to help you work out a solution for your grade.” You feel your soul returning to your body and let out a sigh of relief, because not everything is lost.

“Thank you so much. I really tried but Algebra is just so hard for me–” You say apologetically and she lifts up a hand, shaking her head.

“I know you did. You’re a good student, [Y/N]. I know that. Which is why I have a suggestion for you– to help you understand Algebra better.”

“Yes! Anything, really.” You respond eagerly, nodding.

“A tutor. A student who has no problem with the subject and can explain things to you one on one– someone you can ask any questions you possibly have how many times you want.”

“I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. Well… I guess it’s because I only know two people who are good at Algebra, and they have way too much on their plates for me to ask them to tutor me on top of that. So, do you know about anyone I can ask?” You ask with a hopeful smile, while wracking your brain to try and remember which students in other classes are good at Algebra– but you’ve never cared enough to find out so you come up empty. Your teacher grins and nods.

“Peter Parker.”

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Oh Shit

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Title: Oh Shit

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,182

Warnings: Cursing, fluff

A/N: This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all love this!! You can send in headcanons until 12/05/2016 EST for the 500 follower celebration! Also I forgot I was going to post this today, so I’ll start posting headcanons on Monday!

After a tough and grueling hunt, you wanted to let loose.  Being around Sam and Dean wasn’t going to help either.  They argued the whole way back to the bunker.  Bringing them to the bar was not an option.  You wanted to bring Gabriel with you, but he was busy with Castiel.  They were tracking down Lucifer.  You convinced yourself you didn’t need your boyfriend Gabriel to be around for you to have fun.

When you arrived at the bar, you were dressed in a pair of tight jeans, a flannel, and a jacket that Gabriel had given you.  Nothing too revealing; nothing that said “I’m available”.  You felt confident and excited to get a night to yourself to relax.  You strolled into the bar, observing what they had to offer.  There was a stage for karaoke and of course a bar where they served alcohol.  There was already someone on stage, obviously drunk as they sang, but everyone cheered anyway.

As you reached the bar you ordered a couple shots of whiskey.  You realized you had forgotten to eat before you left.  A chuckle escaped your lips, knowing that this meant the alcohol would hit you much harder than you expected.  You turned your head to the left seeing someone who hadn’t taken their eyes off of you the whole time.  You were with Gabriel, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t talk friendly to other guys, right?

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Nightmares Are Made Of

Xavier asks Logan to the school for a very important mission–that involves you as well. Things may start off rocky, but you hope to change that.


  • X-Men Wolverine / Logan Howlett x Reader
  • 1075 Words
  • Some cursing, nothing worse than the x-men movies
  • Part One

“My office. Now.”

The airy voice enters your mind, sending a small shiver down your spine as it always did when Xavier tries to get your attention. It was always unexpected, always at the wrong time. Now, you were tutoring a small boy, a mutant that went by the name of Garret. He could hardly use his powers, which was nothing more than singing in a high pitched voice, causing everyone in the same room as him to get a severe headache.

You tell the boy to wait in his room, that you shouldn’t be long. With a little sigh, you rise to your feet and take the journey to the office of the famous Professor X, the headmaster of the school for mutants.

Once you arrive at the door, you feel that something is wrong. There is a certain presence about the air that makes it thick and hard to breathe. You could always catch these sort of feelings, always so paranoid when you got them.

“Come in.” The airy voice enters your mind once more and you push open the door, only to find a large man with broad shoulders and a scowl plastered on his face. His eyebrow cocks up instantly high, giving the look of anger slash confusion.

“Oh…” You breathe, unsure of what to think of this animalistic man standing in front of you. He certainly was no child, therefore it was a little strange to see him in this office. Xavier only took in children, unless this was a special circumstance.

“Ah, Miss, Y/N. So nice of you to join us.” Xavier smiles from his desk. He gives you a small nod, your que to close the door so no little mutants could eavesdrop. “I would like you to meet our newest member, Logan. Or as he likes to be called, Wolverine.”

Wolverine hasn’t moved his eyes since you came through the door. His hands are positioned on his hips and his jaw is crooked as he takes you in.

“Wolverine?” This time, you cock your own eyebrow and look over at the man. You can’t deny his looks are very charming, almost winning you over just like that. But you knew better than to fall for any of the mutants around here, especially before you know their past. “What? Did they give you that name for your looks?”

Logan growls, holding his right fist in the air and what happens next takes you by a little surprise. Three long, sharp claws extend from his knuckles, ripping apart the skin and stopping after they were several inches longer than his own fingers. The sound it makes sends yet another chill down your spine. It sounds painful, and yet his face doesn’t twitch.

“Oh…” You aren’t sure how to respond, the shock was still settling in.

“Logan can also heal exceptionally fast with his healing factor, which has sort of put a hold on his aging process.” Xavier explains from behind his desk, the sound in his voice gave him away; he was enjoying this show.  “Although he has a bit of a memory problem, which is why he is here with us.”

“A memory problem? What a power.” You say in a snarky voice and cross your arms over your chest. “What good is that?”

“What’s your power, princess?” Logan narrows his eyes on you, his claws sinking back into his skin and appearing as if nothing were just there. “Annoying everyone around you?”

You open your mouth to speak, piecing together a comeback that was sure to make him curl back in fear, but Xavier, as usual, beats you to the punch.

“She can inflect her worst nightmares onto you.” He says ever so simply. You feel a small blush creeping up your cheeks, knowing that this sounds childish and that the man in front of you will laugh.

He raises his eyebrow again, a smirk growing on his lips. “Huh. Sounds scary.” He wiggles his fingers in the air before he sticks his thumbs in his belt loops. “Tell me, how does that work in combat?”

You look at your headmaster for conformation, which he gives you with a slight nod of his head. You turn your head back to Logan, staring at him with emotionless eyes until they turn black. You watch the way his features change from a man who was seemingly having too much fun to a man who was scared shitless.

Color drains from his skin, leaving him looking a bit paler than he was before. His eyes grow large and you can feel his heart speeding up in his chest, beating faster and faster until you were sure it would burst. Logan falls to his knees, begging for “them” to go away, begging for mercy, begging for someone to help him.

“That’s enough, Y/N.” Charles Xavier warns you before his heart really did break.

You shook off the nightmare, regaining yourself. The black fades from your eyes, leaving them the beautiful color you have. A small smile plays at the corner of your lips as you watch the man in front of you look around the room, trying to figure out what just happened.

“Now you see.” Xavier chuckles in delight. He has a fascination with your power, always trying to figure out how far it goes, how much pain and suffering you could possibly give others. It was not a power he exactly encouraged you to use often. “She can kill a man within seconds. I’m sure you felt only a fraction of what a normal human can feel.”

Wolverine growls and jumps up to his feet, hand still over his chest. “What was that?” He glares down at you, stepping even closer so he could have a better look at you.

“The things that haunt me in my sleep. In some cases, I can use your nightmares against you as well, scaring you to—well—death.”

“Logan, I want you and Y/N to get to know each other. I have a mission for you two.” Xavier smiles, acting like you hadn’t just tried to kill someone.

Logan’s eyes trail down your body as he stands over you, hesitating here and there to get a better look. “Does it involve her trying to kill me again?” The color returns to his cheeks and you watch as his pupils grow larger the longer he looks at you.

“Not yet.” Charles chuckles.

To the lovely New Girl fanatics,

New Girl is most likely to be renewed (I can feel it in my bones), but just in case, the New Girl community on Tumblr has come up with a way to bring it to FOX’s attention how much we want aka need another season. It’ll take less than a minute of your life.

Here’s what you gotta do, rooomfriends- if you’d like a S7, starting tomorrow Tuesday until this Thursday, tweet per day using #reNewGirl and #NewGirl. Here are some examples, or you can write your own:

The world needs love, laughter and HappiNess: a season 7 of #NewGirl. So #reNewGirl @FOXTV!

The world needs more laughter, and season 7 of #NewGirl! So #reNewGirl @FOXTV!

More HappiNess to the people! More #NewGirl to the people! So #reNewGirl @FOXTV!

KEEP IN MIND:
ONLY tag @FOXTV, and NOT Liz or any of the cast members and crew; they can’t do anything about it anyway and may get annoyed instead.
If you don’t have Twitter, put it on your Tumblr blog, or comment on New Girl’s official Instagram or Facebook posts. Also, retweet all the related tweets you get in your newsfeed.
You can also add what country you are from to show FOX that people all over the world watch and love New Girl.

Remember that a S7 is very likely and we are doing this as a token of our great love and appreciation of New Girl and its creators!
We hope you join the #reNewGirl movement!

Shoutout to @msachsen for this wonderful idea to show our appreciation for this lil tv family that we love.

Imagine playing hard to get with Chris.

A/N: This is a request from a wonderfully loyal reader @m-a-t-91, I don’t really know if I lived up to your request ‘cause when I write- I kinda go into a state where I just write what comes to me. I think I wrote what you asked for, I dunno. Enjoy anyway. X

You could feel your best friend, Chris watching you from across the bar as you politely chatted with the third guy to hit on you in one night. You weren’t actually interested, you were just too nice to shoot him down. At least he was slightly better looking than the first two, it helped but he still wasn’t the one you wanted to be with. The one you wanted, the one you were in-love with- had been in-love with since the moment you met him was the blue eyed, brown haired Bostonian that you called a best friend. You didn’t know but he was in-love with you too, just waiting for the right time to tell you.

“Do you want me to get rid of him?” Chris mouthed at you and you bit back your smile, nodding ever so subtly. “Wear the ring,” he mouthed and tapped his ring finger on his left hand; a gesture to the bid the two of you had performed numerous times.

You did as you were told, watching him rise from his stool and disappear into the crowd. You continued to nod at the blond, faking a smile as he talked you through his gym regime. You could’ve listened to Chris talk about his gym regime all day but you couldn’t with this guy, with this guy- all you wanted to do was roll your eyes.

“There you are, my love.” You heard Chris’ voice and felt his warm hand touch the small of your back. “I’m sorry,” his gaze fell onto the blond gentleman who was stunned by the presence of the actor, Chris Evans. “Can I help you? Is there a reason you’re talking to my fiancée?” He asked, grabbing your left hand and holding it up to reveal your ring.

“Uh- no, um-” He stammered, swallowing his nerves as he got up. “I had no idea- I’m sorry, Cap. I didn’t notice the ring and- Have a good night,” he nodded at the both of you and rushed off, leaving you and Chris in stitches.

“I’m sorry, Cap?” You laughed, trying to ignore the butterflies forming in your stomach from Chris’ touch. “That’s fucking hilarious. I have never seen a guy bigger than you so terrified of you,” you said and Chris scoffed. “The role of Captain America has given you a few benefits.”

“First of all, he was not bigger than me. And even if he was, I’m much better looking than that doofus.” He argued and you rolled your eyes; the feeling of disappointment washed over him when he took his hand away. “And yes, the role of Captain America has given me a few benefits. You’re one of them, without it- I probably wouldn’t have met you.”

“But we met at your dad’s dentistry,” you narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“Yes, but you wouldn’t have been interested in talking to me if I wasn’t Captain America.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Please,” he chuckled softly. “Don’t act like you would’ve given me the time of day if I wasn’t Captain America, even after you knew who I was- you barely paid me any attention. All you did was ask for a selfie, you wouldn’t even give me your phone number.”

“I was raised not to trust random strangers, even if said random stranger was Captain America.”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” he laughed. “You just like playing hard to get, you’re like that with every guy.”

“Fuck you, Evans.” You playfully shoved him and he laughed harder, touching his left boob. “I do not like playing hard to get, I’m just not one of those girls who gives her number away willy nilly. Even if I knew who you were, you were still just some random guy. I couldn’t just give you my number, I had to know you were a guy worth trusting.” You told him and he chuckled. “And you are,” you patted his cheek gently and his heart fluttered at your touch, “'cause here we are now, best of friends.”

“I want more than friends,” you thought you heard him mutter under his breath. Your heart skipped a beat but you remained indifferent, just in case you heard him wrongly. “Y/N,” Chris moved in front of you, taking one of your hands in his. “Have you ever thought about dating a friend?”

Your breath hitched in your throat because you knew you had in fact heard what you heard; he was referring to himself and the possibility of him becoming something more to you. You had been wishing for something like that since- God, since before you met him. But like he said, you were prone to playing hard to get; you didn’t know why, you did do it with every guy. It probably had to do with the string of bad boyfriends, after the last one- you were done getting hurt. You knew Chris was a good guy but you couldn’t risk going through another heartbreak and you definitely didn’t want to lose him as a friend.

“Never,” you lied and shook your head.

“I see,” Chris mumbled; his heart sunk as you pulled your hand away. “Yeah, neither.” He forced a smile on his face but you could see the pain in his eyes; you suffered immediate guilt and regret. “I think it’s stupid to ruin a good friendship, I just- I was asking for a friend.”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, smiling even though you were dying on the inside. “This is why we’re best friends, we share a similar form of thinking.” You said and he nodded, chuckling with very limited humor. “I’m starving, do you want to go grab some Leone’s?”

“You know I do.” He smiled more genuinely; he couldn’t be with you but at least he could be around you. “Let’s go,” he held out his arm for you to take and you took it without hesitation. “What are we thinking? Eat in or take it back to my place?”

“Anything as long as I get to eat with you,” you told him and his smile widened a little bit. “You know I love you, right?” You asked and he nodded, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head. “Good,” you managed a small smile, ignoring your aching heart. “Now let’s go get some pizza.”
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“I will never ever get sick of pizza,” you grinned as you took another slice from the box. Chris chuckled and took a sip of his beer, smiling as he watched you devour the slice. “Thank you so much for introducing me to Leone’s, it is honestly- the best.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled and lowered his beer onto the hardwood floor. “You know something, Y/N?” He quizzed, crawling across to sit next to you. “I think you’re amazing.” He told you when your facials prompted a continuation. “I think you’re beautiful and funny and talented and- perfect. I think you’re perfect,” he whispered and brushed your hair out of your face.

“I think I’m all of those things too,” you joked because you knew where he was going with all of that. “What can I say?” You dropped your slice back into the box and brushed the crumbs from your hands by swiping them together. “My parents made a masterpiece when they had me.”

“Can you please be serious for once in your life?” Chris narrowed his eyes at you; he was buzzed enough not to care about the consequences. “I’m trying to tell you I like you, Y/N. I’ve been trying to tell you all night,” he said and you sighed. “I know we’re best friends and you don’t want to ruin our friendship by giving this a shot, I don’t either- the last thing I want is to lose you.”

“Then stop,” you told him.

“I can’t,” he shook his head. “I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with just being friends anymore. I know you’re sick of it too, I’m not crazy- I can see the way you look at me. You want this too, you’re just too afraid of getting hurt again which is why you’re constantly playing hard to get.” He took your hands and pressed it to his heart. “But I would never hurt you, Y/N. I would never ever because- you do this to me, you make my heart beat- you make each day worth more than it should. There has never been a day with you that has been bad,” he told you.

“Chris, stop-” you tried to pull your hands away but he tightened his grip. “I can’t lose you, I can’t lose this. Maybe we try this out, maybe it works but- what if it doesn’t?” You felt your eyes well with tears. “What are we going to do then? Who am I going to have in my life?”

“Me,” he answered. “Because you’re never going to lose me, Y/N. You’re the love of my life, I didn’t realize it until now but- I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. As long as you’re around, you’re the one I’m going to love until my final breath.” You felt a smile stretch across your face; the tears that welled from the fear of losing him, fell out of joy. “Even as a ghost, I’ll still love you.”

“Shut up,” you managed a soft laugh and he smiled, leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “Fine,” you huffed and his breath hitched in his throat when he realized what you were about to agree to. “We can try this, but if things don’t work-”

“It will,” he interrupted excitedly.

“If it doesn’t,” you continued your previous sentence. “You don’t get to run out on me. You are going to stay my best friend until the end of time, even if you hate my guts- you’re going to be there for me. Those are my terms, otherwise- it’s a no.”

“More time with my best friend who is also the love of my life?” He quizzed rhetorically and smirked when you bit back your smile. “How could I possibly disagree to those terms?”

“Good,” you smiled. He released your wrists so he could caress your face; you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in. “Because I was getting a little sick of playing hard to get.” He chuckled then smiled when you pressed your lips against his.

Show me.

Super angsty, a little sad, and definitely smutty. I worked really hard on this one, and it’s probably my longest work yet. I hope you love it!


As you were waiting for Yoongi to pick you up from the library, you ran into a boy. Literally ran into him and knocked everything out of each other’s hands.  You both apologized in sync, and as you collected your things you noticed you two were reading the same book. You were excited, and began conversation about it. It was nice to be able to talk to someone with the same understanding as you for what was happening in your stories. Yoongi didn’t like to read, and none of your friends did either. You were a lone bookworm, and it felt so nice to laugh and swoon over a common interest with someone. Especially with a book that held so much meaning to you.

“Oh, sorry, love birds.” Yoongi interrupted, “Don’t let me break up the party.” You giggled and turned to face your adorable boyfriend, but you could tell he was anything but joking. 

“We were just talking about my book, Yoongi. We’re both reading the same thing.” You said to him with a smile, trying your best to defuse the situation before it started. Yoongi rolled his eyes unamused, and you glared at him. 

“Okay? So, you want me to come back later or what?” He was really starting to piss you off, and as you reached for his hand he backed away, pushing your patience with him completely out the window. 

You looked at your new friend and apologized, “Usually he isn’t like this. I’m so sorry. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime and we can talk about the sequel, yeah?”

The apologetic farewell really made Yoongi’s blood boil, and he laughed in a way that made you shiver. “Or you can dump your boyfriend so the two of you can carry on in peace, yeah?” Him openly mocking you was enough to make you throw everything into your bag and shove past him. You made your way to the car, wiping tears from your eyes. You hated the way you cried when you were angry, it made you feel so weak.

The ride home was silent. You reached to turn the radio on, but Yoongi shut it back off nearly as soon as your finger had touched the power button. You laughed in disbelief. Why was he acting like this? What had you done so wrong? He was never mean or possessive like this, and it was making you feel worthless.

You slammed the door the moment you walked in the apartment. Yoongi was following behind you. The glaringly obvious inconvenience just further pissed him off, and he flung the door open. “Are you fucking kidding me Y/N? Was that really necessary?” 

All you could do was laugh. You were so fucking angry at him. “Was the way you treated me necessary? You completely humiliated me!” You jumped as he slammed the door harder than you had, “MIN FUCKING YOONGI!” you screamed, as you threw your things on to the couch and shot him a hurt look, “Do you not trust me? Do you just see me as some pathetic maechunbu?! Why are you being like this?” Suddenly your demeanor dropped and you felt like sobbing, but managed to hold your ground.

Yoongi just laughed at you. “Maechunbu? Please, Y/N. You’re so stuck in your fantasy land that you barely even leave the house. Get over yourself.” You picked up a mug from the table and chucked it at him.

“Fuck you, Yoongi!” He dodged the mug, but it distracted him enough from you to storm off to the bathroom and lock yourself in. You slumped on to the floor and began sobbing. You heard your bedroom door slam, and began crying even harder. You had no clue why he would be acting so downright nasty. You covered your mouth to quiet your sobs, and listened to the abrupt banging and clattering of things being thrown around your room before everything fell silent.

Minutes passed, and finally you had calmed yourself down. You checked the mirror, and ran the water warm to rinse the makeup from your face. As you dried your face and hands off, Yoongi strummed his fingers against the door. “Jagi.” He paused, probably waiting for an answer. “Are you okay? Please come out.” You stepped towards the door, but stayed silent. Tears were stinging in your eyes again, and you inhaled slowly. “Jagi, please let me talk to you.” He sounded really upset, and you unlocked the door but didn’t open it. 

You slouched against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor, “Come in,” you said hesitantly. Yoongi opened the door slowly, and slumped down in front of you, sitting against the tub for support. He wasn’t making eye contact with you, but you were unsure how you would feel looking into his eyes anyway. He was really upset though, and it almost made you feel guilty. You reminded yourself he started this, and sighed, “Yoongi. What did I do that was so wrong?”

He was quick to look at you, “It’s not you.” He looked away and took a deep breath. “It has nothing to do with you.”

“Then what is it? I have never seen you this way before. You have never made me feel so terrible. Why are you acting like this?” The tears slowly escaped your eyes once more. 

“I was jealous.” He looked at you and noticed the tears. Bringing his thumb to your cheeks to wipe them he stared into your eyes, but you looked towards the floor, “Jagi-yah… please don’t cry. I love you. I love you so much. I just get so jealous.” He moved the hair from your face before lifting your chin so you would look at him. “I know I’m always stuck in my work, and you’re stuck here with your books. I’m terrified that one day you’re going to wake up and realize that this isn’t the life you want. That I’m not the person you want.” He started speaking so quickly and glancing you over as if he was trying to memorize every piece of you in case you suddenly disappeared “You deserve so much more than I can ever give you, and I feel like I’m holding you back, but I’m too selfish to let you go. My life would be meaningless without you, but I feel like you’re wasting yours with me. I don’t deserve you.”

You grabbed his face with both hands and looked straight into his eyes, “Min Yoongi, listen to me! You are the only man I want for the rest of my life. I love you, and I love our life! You are more than enough for me!” You kissed him, but he didn’t really kiss you back. “Baby. I’m serious. Do you hear me? You are not holding me back from anything. If I didn’t want to be here with you, I wouldn’t be. You know how stubborn I am.”

He laughed slightly, and grabbed your hands, bringing them to his lips. He looked at you again as he apologized, “I just saw you laughing and enjoying someone else’s company and all I could think was that you were realizing that someone else could make you happier, and I overreacted. I was just so afraid of losing you. I’m so sorry I behaved that way.”

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into you for a kiss. He brushed his nose against yours, and breathed you in slightly before pressing his lips to yours. His tongue slid delicately into your mouth, dancing with yours. Your fists still clung to his shirt, and you pulled him in harder, as if your mouths could get any more connected than they already were.

“I fucking love you, Y/N,” he breathed between kisses and catching breaths. “I love you so fucking much.”

You smiled against his lips, “Show me how much you love me, Min Yoongi.” He moaned in return and stood up before swiftly pulling you to your feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck and you guys stumbled into the hallway, only breaking your rough kisses to help each other shed clothing. Yoongi’s legs met the bed first. He fell back, pulling you on top of him, as you both laughed a little bit. He kissed down your jaw, and nipped at your collarbone, pulling a gasp from your lungs. Your body tingled, and you rolled your hips against his. He growled and flipped you onto your back.

You squealed as his hands roamed your body with precision. Your body was a maze that he could stay trapped in for the rest of his life. He kissed his way down your chest, and brought your nipple into his mouth. He sucked and twirled his tongue against it before rolling it between his teeth. You moaned and grabbed ahold of his hair. As his mouth worked relentlessly at your breast, his hand slid down your side until it met your thigh. He tickled you slightly, but in a way that made goosebumps cover the skin, and a knot build tightly in your stomach.

You shrieked as he wasted no time to push his middle finger deep inside of you, he sighed against your chest, as he kissed his way up to your ear. “How are you so wet already, Jagi?” His whisper drew another whimper from your body. He curled his finger into you slowly, before pulling it out completely. It was quickly replaced, accompanied by his index finger and your legs trembled.

“Oh fuck, baby! Harder!” Moans were escaping your mouth rapidly as he pumped knuckle-deep inside of you, curling and turning his fingers into you as your hips bucked into his hand. He was so good with his fingers. It was ridiculous how quickly he could finger-fuck you to your peak and throw you aggressively off of it. His hands left you a trembling mess beneath his body.

He purred against your skin as he felt you tighten harshly on his fingers and scream his name in your orgasm, “I love when you scream my name like that,” He smirked. You let a giggle escape through your panting, and Yoongi waited patiently for your breathing to steady. He traced your collarbone with his fingers, and kissed his way up your forearm delicately. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His lips made his way up your shoulder, and to your neck. He took his time sucking small berries into your skin before he kissed you.

With a drawn-out sigh, you roughly pushed him over and straddled him. “Let me show you how fucking beautiful you are, Min Yoongi.” He bit his lip, grasped firmly to the back of your thighs and guided himself inside of you. You took your time sliding down on top of him, and smirked at the way his breath caught in his throat. The two of you didn’t break eye contact as you swiveled your hips slowly on top of him. His grip on your thighs tightened, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. You ran your hands up your body and began to tug lightly at your nipples. Yoongi grunted, and replaced your hands with his.

He ran his thumb lightly over your erect nipple. “Fuck,” was all he could mumble under his breath. You started bouncing slowly on top of him but as his hips bucked upwards your pace quickened. Yoongi brought his hands down to your hips and began guiding them at the pace he wanted. You threw your head back as moans began flooding from you once more. “Jagi, I’m right there.” His sighs and heavy breathing turned into deep, flowing moans, and you felt your body tightening against him as you began to unravel once more.

“Cum for me, baby,” he growled against your skin. 

You had no choice but to let the orgasm wash over you, reveling in the fact that your climaxes happened at the same time—a rare but welcome event. You both screamed and held tight to each other, letting the calm take you as the climax subsided.

He kissed your temple firmly as you laid next to him, “Yoongi, you are all I need in this life. Please don’t ever think that what we have is something I don’t want. I want you, your late nights at the studio, and being woken up by your sweet kisses at 3 am, ushering me to go to bed with you because I fell asleep reading on the sofa. I want quick lunch breaks between practices, and cheesy phone sex when you’re thousands of miles away. I want everything that we have.”

Yoongi smiled, and pulled you in tighter, kissing you once more. “I love you so much, Y/N, but there is something else I want, too” You faced him, slightly confused. “I think we should get a cat.” 

You beamed at the thought and kissed him all over his face, “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve said to me all day!” You laughed and kiss him once more, “I love you, too, Min Yoongi.”

“You have me”

(Eric x Reader) 

Requested by: anon. 

‘’Can I request an Eric from Divergent one shot? Where you’ve been together for a while, and even though he’s softened up a bit, he doesn’t show any emotion around you. Until the day you see him cry for the first time. You comfort him, and he lets out all those built up emotions. Thank you so so much! xx’’ 

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You walked by, in between all black dressed bodies, who were waiting impatiently for their families. But you couldn’t care less. You were a Dauntless born, and today it was the day when initiate’s families could visit them. You focused on finding Eric, your boyfriend.

Probably no one in all the Dauntless faction would have expected you to be Eric’s girlfriend. What am I saying, no one would have expected Eric to get a girlfriend. He just wasn’t the type of guy who spread love wherever he walked by. He was more into hardcore fighting, weapons and his own interests. Yet, you could see how, he actually wasn’t the monster everyone pictured him. And, even if it seemed incredible, he actually asked you to be his girlfriend. But, of course, it had it’s perks. Not that people in your own faction hated you, they just didn’t like Eric. So you’d be given dirty looks whenever you both’d hold hands. Or actually, show any kind of human affection. And you started to get confused, even worried, when his affection towards you in public got colder.

But all of that was far away from your mind now, inspecting every face of the crowded people around you. You couldn’t seem to find him. Minutes later, you decided to check on his apartment. Maybe we wasn’t out that day, there wasn’t any training.

Once you were in front of the door, you stopped yourself from knocking. Maybe he wanted to be alone for a day. He was probably tired of training teenagers every day, and needed some time to himself. But, at least, you needed to check if he was okay.

You waited for some time after knocking on the door, looking at the floor and balancing on your feet for some minutes. You thought that he might not heard the call, and raised your right hand to knock again. Then, you heard footsteps at the other side. You kept your hand up, breathing slowly, not wanting to miss any more noises. But then, the apartment door opened, revealing a really bad looking Eric.

He looked straight into your eyes, and you took a deep breath to speak. But he just turned and walked away from the door, leaving the entrance, and letting it open in case you wanted to stay. He couldn’t let himself break down in front of you, less at his apartent door.

You walked silently, towards him, and sat at the edge of his bed, next to him. You looked around, and it seemed like he hadn’t even bothered to get dressed when he woke up this morning. You slowly placed you hand on his shoulder, and noticed he was really tense. He was hiding his head on his hands, his arms resting on his knees.

“You know, we don’t have to talk about it.” you started, and continued when he just kept silence. “But, if there’s something that bothers you, I’d like to… help you, some how. You have me.”

He looked at you for a couple of seconds, before a tear escaped his eye. You quickly kneeled in front of him, taking his face in your hands. But he was now closing his eyes, refusing to meet yours. He loved your eyes, and the way thet they warmed his heart in a cold day. He could smile everytime your eyes would connect with his. He could feel like he was looking through an opened window that you left for him to escape this world. And, if he looked at you right now, he’d start let everything out.

“Eric talk to me. Please.” you begged him. Normally, hearing your voice would calm him. It was that lovely melody that calmed him in the most stressful day. But, your voice now desesperate, was now painful to hear. You both stayed for some minutes in silence, his face on your hands, your thumb caressing his cheek, and deleting every tear that dared to fall.

“It hurts.” you whispered “To see you cry.”

Eric finally opened his eyes, scanning your face. He didn’t know what to say. He just pressed his lips against yours, giving you that kind of kiss that you missed. That kind of kiss that tasted like love.

“Can we leave it for tomorrow? We’ll talk about it then.” he spoke for the first time, with a raspy voice. You just nodded and kissed his cheek.

“We’ll talk about it whenever you feel like it. But, at least, let me take you out. Just a couple of hours, to have dinner and clear your mind, okay?” you asked him. He nodded, and gave you another kiss before getting on his feet and putting his black jacket on. Then, he took your hand firmly, and left the apartment together.

Imagine being at the beach, you are enjoying the sun and walking barefood through the ice cold water. When suddenly you see a guy coming towards you. He is way too overdressed to be at the beach with his suit and blackish coat. The second thing you notice about him are his cheekbones which would most of people look like aliens, but not this one! He is so freaking handsome you can’t handle to watch him anymore so you look down on the ground. “Hey!”, what the heck? Is that guy actually waving for you? No way! Ignoring him you make your way further. “You! Woman! In the water!”, you turn around just to see him standing right behind you. So near you, frightened by his sudden appearance, fall down as into the water as you turn around. “Iiiih!Cold!”, you scream laughing. “Sorry!”, handsome man helps you stand up. “I didn’t want to scare you, I just thought it would be nice to talk to someone from around here!” “Oh, no problem! But I am not from here, actually I’m a tourist.” You smile awkwardly at him. “Hm…”, he seems to think hard about what to say now. “Well, that means you won’t be able to help me solve the case but… Why do you seem so nice? You know what? I invite you to my hotel, you need some dry clothes and I would like to drink a tea with you!”. What should you say? He is so nice, strange and.. handsome! “Oh, my name is Sherlock! Sherlock Holmes!”, he smirks and goes through his dark curly hair with one hand.

A Marine’s Rescue

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Title: A Marine’s Rescue

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,000

Warnings: a little bit of violence, fluff

A/N: I have some Gibbs fluff for you guys! I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and always appreciated. If there’s something you want to see, requests are open!

Gibbs slammed his hands on his desk as he stood up, causing the rest of your team to snap their attention to the Marine.  Gibbs looked around at his team, “tell me we’ve found where they have [Y/N]!”  Gibbs clenched his jaw tightly, his lips forming in a flat line.  He couldn’t let them hurt you; you meant too much to him.

McGee’s eyes widened, “Uh boss.”  McGee wrote down coordinates on a piece of paper, rushing up to his boss.  “I think I found out where they have her.”

“You think,” Gibbs asked, irritated at almost everything and everyone.  He knew having you go undercover was dangerous.  He felt like this was his fault.  He didn’t wait for McGee to answer him.  “Gear up,” Gibbs yelled, already walking to the elevator.  Tony and McGee soon caught up with the Marine.  “I want you both to secure the exits just in case.  I’ll go in by myself to get [Y/N].  That’s an order,” he said sternly.

McGee and Tony nodded as the door to the elevator closed.


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Request:  lmao can i ask 4 a “My pet tarantula/snake (etc) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders” with hoseok

Pairing: J-hope / Reader

Genre: General / Semi-Fluff (?? Idk)

A/N: I actually had a ton of fun writing this, thank you for sending in a request~ Hope you enjoy~ //Requests are still open//


The light from the sunrise was peeking its way through your curtains, catching you right in the eye as it caused you to stir from your slumber for the night. You slowly sat up, gazing out of your apartment window, staring at the sunrise that was rude enough to wake you up.

You rubbed the rest of the sleep of your eyes with your fist gently, stretching and yawning, a slight high pitched moan coming from you as you ran your hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face.

You scanned the area of your room, trying to keep your eyes open, doing a double take when you noticed something was off. You quickly shot up from your bed, throwing the covers off your legs, and rushing over to the problem you now had to deal with.

The glass terrarium where you had been housing a pet tarantula, was absence of exactly that. Your mind suddenly went into panic mode, opening the lid you moved around all the decorations in the casing to check if he was hiding, high hopes soon faded when you came to the conclusion that he was no longer in his case. You stood there, sighing, running your hand through your hair once again. This time in frustration.

It suddenly hit you.

Fuck, the guy downstairs is terrified of spiders.

Quickly grabbing whatever clothes you could find that weren’t pajamas, you threw them on, nearly throwing yourself out of your apartment, forgetting to put shoes on in the process. You quickly walked down the hallways, getting strange looks from those who were conversing by the front doors of their apartments.

Soon enough you reached the apartment of the guy who lived below you. Frantically you knocked on his door, not stopping for even a second. Panic was settling in as you kept knocking, waiting for him to open the door.

You stopped knocking when you heard the door handle start moving from the other side of the door. You waited with your hands by your sides for the door to open, soon you were greeted with the very tired Jung Hoseok. A.K.A the guy that was really terrified of spiders. He looked up at you, crouched over a bit, rubbing his eyes. You felt bad for waking him up so abruptly, but this was an emergency and you didn’t need your apartment manager to come yelling at you for losing a giant fuzzy spider.

He looked at you like you were out of your mind, quickly you shoved him aside, letting yourself into his apartment. He seemed a bit shocked at your sudden forced entry.

“Y/N? You live upstairs right? Why are you down here?” he asked, the sleep in his voice filled the atmosphere. You took a mental note of how clean his place was, certainly it wouldn’t be too hard to find your pet in a place as clean as his.

You stood there for a second.

How on earth do I explain why i’m down here to him?

“Well, you see, I have a pet tarantula, and this morning I noticed he was gone, now I know you’re scared of them but that’s why i came down here. That and I think if i get another complaint then i’m gonna be kicked out.”

His eyes suddenly widened as he slowly looked up st you in shock.

You took it as a sign to get to work and start looking around, you moved everything you could. The print pillows on the couch, you opened the cabinets in the kitchen, moving out every glass. You checked behind all of them before putting them back into their spot. You glanced at Hoseok for a second, he stilled hadn’t moved from his spot, he looked his he was about to pass out.

“Hoseok?” you quietly asked from your spot on top of his kitchen counter, placing the last cup back in the cupboard before stepping back onto the floor of his apartment.

“I’m gonna go take a shower..” He trailed off, Fidgeting with his fingers before he nearly ran off to his bathroom. You continued your search in his bedroom, his bedroom was just as clean and organized as the rest of his apartment. You look around the vanity, moving pillows and placing them back on the bed, assuring it was the way it was before you moved them.

An ear-piercing scream was heard, causing you to nearly pee yourself at the sudden sound. Next thing you knew Hoseok was running into the room you were in at speed similar to a lightning bolt, he quickly clutched onto you, holding onto your arm for dear life.

He explained with a trembling voice.

“It’s in my bathtub, Y/N. Your fuzzy spawn of Satan is in. My. BATHTUB.”

The poor boy looked like he was about to pass out from the sudden greeting of your lost pet. After settling down you laughed a bit at his reaction. Sure you knew he was scared, but you didn’t expect this.

You started walking towards Hoseok’s bathroom, he followed immediately behind you, still holding tightly on your arm, he might as well of cut of the blood circulation. You lightly pushed open the door to his bathroom, gingerly approaching his bathtub. Looking down into the white tub, you saw your so called “fuzzy spawn of satan” relaxing in the bottom.

“Please, please get rid of it.” He begged, shaking you lightly.

“You’re gonna have to let me go first, Hoseok.” you responded, feeling his grip lighten as his attachment to you was suddenly gone. You saw him back up next to the door out of the corner of your eye. Leaning down over the tub you gently picked up your pet, holding him in both hands, assuring he won’t fall in between them.

You walked slowly while you approached his bathroom door, watching him lean against the counter while you slowly walked by. You playfully winked at the boy who returned the gesture with a light smile of relief to see you walk out with the menace in your hand.

“Sorry about the whole incident, Hoseok, really I am, I didn’t want to make a big deal about it.” you apologized, smiling sympathetically. He smiled back at you a bit.

“At least you came to get him.” He joked, you could see his stance was still on guard in case your spider decided to try and pull some funny business of jumping out of your hand.

“Of course, he’s my pet after all.” You said, going to leave his apartment, just as you were opening the door you heard him call your name, causing you to turn around, confused as to what else he could need.

“Want to come down sometime that won’t involve you trying to find your lost pet?” you saw his cheeks flush red, he looked embarrassed a bit. You lightly chuckled at his sudden question.

“Sounds like a plan.”

Oh Honey

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Title: Oh Honey

Pairing: Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,202

Warnings: angst & fluff

A/N: It’s Wednesday and I’m dedicating today to Pride! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

This was requested by an Anon: Imagine Pride finding you crying in the squad room? They are already dating?

Special Agent Dwayne Cassius Pride was in Washington D.C. to help his long-time friend Leroy Jethro Gibbs.  You were a member of Gibbs’ team and had worked with Pride on many occasions.  The two of you had been dating for a few months now.  

Everyone had long gone home, but you were still sitting at your desk.  Today you had been a little too flirty with Pride and Gibbs scolded you.  By the end of the day, Gibbs’ face had turned as red as a tomato and he yelled at you in front of everyone, including Pride.

You kept yourself composed all throughout the rest of the day.  There was no clear sign of distress to be seen from you.  As soon as everyone left, it was like the dam that kept your tears at bay had broken.  You heard your phone buzz on your desk next to you.  It was another text from Tony.  He knew better than anyone that you took Gibbs’ scolding harder than you let on.

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@noeypiiepiie:  Can you please do 2 for Kurt Wagner (x Female reader)

2. “Did.. Did you just touch my butt?”

(idk if this should be tagged as nsfw??? but things r just a lil steamy in the beginning)

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Kurt’s tongue glided against your lower lip, as if asking for permission. You complied without hesitation. Tangling your hand in his hair, he let out a small moan.

It was very rare that you and Kurt shared moments like this. He preferred to take things slow, and you, of course, respected his wishes. However, it was he who initiated things this time. You didn’t question it though. You were too distracted by the feeling of his hands gripping your waist, keeping you steady. You threw your head back, while he started to kiss down your neck. He began to nip on the skin gently.

And then he paused, as if contemplating his next move. You could sense his hesitation. You were about to ask what was wrong, but then you felt it.

“Kurt..” You started. “Did.. Did you just touch my butt?

He blushed profusely.

“Uh, I, vell, I,” he stammered. “P-Peter and Scott said z-zhat girls like zhat stuff, s-so I-”

You kissed the tip of his nose, silencing him.

“You actually listed to Peter and Scott?” You laughed.

“V-vell, yes. I-I just zhought zhat y-you vere bored, so I-”

“Kurt.” You say, cupping his cheek. “We do things how we want to. Not how anybody else says. Alright?”

He nodded, giving you a small smile.

“But just in case you were wondering, you are always welcome to touch my butt.” You winked.

You had never seen a blueberry turn so red.

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Hey guys! With the hiatus, we thought it would be a nice idea to do a general appreciation week for the dctvladies. This week will start December 19th and end December 25th. Every type of original content is allowed, and for fanfiction writers, you can do whatever you like if you want to participate (just keep it ladies only)  The following are just prompts, and you can change them in any way you want to/ If you’re late with the week or you have to skip some days, that’s absolutely no problem.

Dec 19th - Day 1: favorite female character part 1(supergirl, arrow, the flash, legends)
Dec 20th - Day 2: favorite female character part 2 (preacher, gotham, lucifer, izombie) ORfavorite hairstyles/outfits in case you don’t watch some shows :d
Dec 21st - Day 3: favorite relationship (platonic)
Dec 22nd - Day 4: favorite relationship (romantic)
Dec 23th - Day 5:  favorite relationship (familial)
Dec 24th - Day 6: favorite scene(s)
Dec 25th - Day 7:  favorite quotes (or free day!)

Make sure tag everything with #dctvladiesappreciation (in the first five tags) so everyone can see your beautiful content and reblog it. Whitewashing and stealing gifs is NOT allowed and please keep everything ladies only. But most important of all: have fun!

(please reblog to spread the word, thank you)

“Oh, no, I don’t think I’m ready yet.” You whined, staring at the computer screen before getting up off the couch. “No, no, I need to prepare myself.” For the past hour, Harry had been trying to get you to watch the trailer for Dunkirk, but he didn’t think you’d be this nervous. If anything, he was the one who was supposed to be nervous! After all, his face was going to be the one on the big screen, not yours!

“Y/N, love, s’just a 2 minute video. I’ll hold your hand if you’re scared.” He teased, holding his hand out for you with a teasing smile. “You’ve already gotten your popcorn, your blankets and pillows, and I’m here in case yeh need a snuggle. What else do you need? It’s a trailer!”

“I’m not scared.. I’m just.. I don’t know, it’s awfully exciting thinking about how you’re an actor, but it’s like.. I know it’s going to sound very selfish of me, but I don’t want to share you with the rest of the world.” You murmured sheepishly, keeping your eyes locked on the play button, practically begging to be clicked. 

“Aw, bunny.” Harry cooed, pulling you over to him by tugging on your wrists. “You know I’m yours. Nothin’ to worry about - Jus’ a silly little movie, s’all.” He smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Shall we watch?” 

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“Oh my god, you’re drowning! Why are you drowning?!” You gasped, your eyes widening at the sight of your boyfriend struggling underwater. “I’m going to sue Christopher Nolan!” Harry snorted as he let out a laugh, pulling you closer to him as he shook his head gently. 

“I can’t imagine what you’re going to be like watchin’ the actual movie if this is what you’re like with the trailer.”

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AN: Happy new year! Please be safe and happy in your celebrations! My gift to you; part two to “Days of Future Past”! Enjoy! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Young!Charles X Reader

Part One: ( XXX )

*Don’t compare this to the actual movie scene when Logan meets young Charles, it’s been forever since I’ve seen it so the details are probably off.

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“Days of Future Past” ( Part Two )

“Charles… it is you, isn’t it?”

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I had an anon ask about organising your notes on a computer so I’ve decided to make a post about that for them (including my very first gifs!). These are just some sample files and documents that I’ve made really quickly; there’s nothing actually on them, they’re just to illustrate how to do it.

So this gif is just showing a really basic system for keeping your notes organised. For each major subject, have a kind of master file. Then within that file, have separate files for lecture notes, textbook notes, and extras. I find it useful to give the lecture notes a name, and a date to keep them in order.

I also usually have a school extras folder which typically includes things like important contact details, reading lists, term plans, and timetables. It just means that I have a copy of all the important documents saved in one place.

If you want to be really organised, you can add tags to your documents which you can then perform a search for. So you can see that I go to save the document as I normally would, but below that, there’s a small section labelled “tags” where I then enter some relevant tags (in this case just some random words).

Then when I want to find that document again, I can just search for keywords and documents that are tagged with that word will come up. This is why your tags should be a bit more specific than just “psychology” but you get the idea. So here’s the gif of me finding that document I just saved by searching for the tag.

And that’s it. Just some really quick basic tips on organising your notes on your computer.